Davidian's Holy Grail War

He lost the person he loved in his youth, and his only daughter in middle age. What sorrow in this world could be greater than this?

Admittedly, he was an extraordinary knight, the lord of Camelot, and a powerful figure second only to the emperor in this era. But at this moment, he was merely a father who had learned the truth and was now grieving and alone.

After a silent sob, he stood up. He no longer wanted to say a word to Morgan, and David returned to Camelot's courtyard through the darkness.

The next moment, he collapsed to the ground.

Because he was so worried about David's condition, after handing over his patrol duties to the Sixth Company Commander, Vipas, Vincenrib immediately returned to the courtyard and found David collapsed on the ground.

He panicked instantly. Fortunately, by the time he reached David's side, he immediately confirmed that David was not in any danger and had only lost consciousness due to the continuous impact.

"Go and fetch the King! And a doctor! Quickly! Tell him that Lord David needs the best treatment, or I'll rip your head off!"

He hoisted Davidon onto his shoulders and then ordered the guards passing by to immediately summon King Arthur and the royal physician. Davidon's condition was critical; any further mishap would only worsen Camelot's situation.

When Artoria heard that Davian had collapsed, even though she had already endured a series of shocks, she couldn't help but panic.

She ignored all the official business that required her attention and went straight to David's bedroom. If something happened to David now, she was afraid she would also have a mental breakdown.

When she saw David lying on the bed, she couldn't help but grab the royal physician's wrist and ask about David's condition. The physician immediately replied:

"His physical condition is fine, but he has suffered too much mentally and has fainted for a moment. Lord David should wake up after a short rest."

Hearing the royal physician's answer, Artoria breathed a sigh of relief. She then turned her gaze to Davidian, pulled over a chair, and sat down. She wouldn't leave until Davidian woke up.

Chapter 153 Shattered Reality

After a soft murmur, David slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his own white ceiling.

When he turned around, he saw Artoria, who had obviously been there for a long time.

"Are you awake, David?" Artoria looked at David, who had woken up, and finally felt relieved. She was really afraid that David would be so deeply affected that he would never wake up again.

"Hmm... I'm sorry to have worried you, my king. How long have I been down?" Davidian's face was still very weak, and he had not yet recovered. The prolonged weakness had left his body weak and listless.

He will probably need some time to recover.

"Your condition has been stable for two days and one night, but there has been no sign of you waking up, and I am really worried."

Hearing Artoria's words, Davidian nodded slightly. But then he immediately tried to get out of bed: "I'm sorry, but I have to get back to work on Camelot right away. I didn't realize I'd slept for so long, I have to get right back to it..."

But Artoria held him down and made him lie back down.

Looking at David, who was now lost and listless, driven only by a sense of responsibility, Artoria suddenly realized something...

So be it.

At that moment, she felt relieved. Perhaps this was how things were meant to be, perhaps it was all coming to an end. Everyone deserved their own rest and conclusion.

"That's enough, Davidian. Get some rest. You've done enough." At this moment, Artoria let go of some of her obsessions. So be it.

Even her longtime best friend, Davidian, has been driven to this state by this dark era. What about the ordinary people? Regardless of how intense the final outcome may be, perhaps it's time for an ending.

Continuing to stubbornly persist like this will bring no glory, only more pain.

Then Artoria called out to the door, "Lord Wingerrib, go and get some nourishing food. Lord David has awakened, and now we need to let him recuperate properly."

"Yes!" Wingin Rib's strong, clear voice came from outside the door, filled with joy. This was truly a momentous occasion.

Davidian finally awoke from his coma, and Camelot's other pillar of support was finally restored.

Over the next few months, Davidian recovered both mentally and physically to a normal state.

Although she still seemed somewhat depressed, Artoria and Merlin, who knew the truth, understood that they couldn't put any more pressure on Davian now.

He has become a volcano in the making; if the pressure increases even slightly, the erupting lava will likely burn everything to ashes.

But sometimes, things don't go as planned. When Gawain was severely injured by Lancelot and sent back to Britain by the ten Sixth Company warriors he had brought with him, the situation finally spiraled out of control.

When David arrived at the Round Table Hall, he saw Gawain lying on a stretcher, suffering from a severe head injury, sometimes unconscious and sometimes conscious.

His emotions were once again on the verge of collapse. He had assigned Gawain to hunt down Lancelot, and he had once again made the mistake of underestimating his enemy.

He slowly walked to Gawain's side and began to examine Gawain's wounds. As if sensing David's presence, Gawain suddenly regained consciousness.

He reached out and gripped David's wrist tightly. This man, as sincere as the sun, shed tears—a rare occurrence in his life—and as he wept, he said:

“I’m sorry, I’ve let you down, Lord David. I still haven’t been able to fulfill your request, I…I…”

Guilt and anger still lingered in Gawain's heart, but David's face showed only bitterness and sorrow. He knelt down on one knee, placed Gawain's hand back beside him, and then said to him:

"You should get some rest, Sir. I'll finish what you haven't done."

His promise made Gao Wen nod slightly, and then Gao Wen's consciousness became blurred again.

In his grief, David An instructed the soldiers of the Sixth Company who followed Gao Wen to take Gao Wen to the imperial physician for treatment.

He also instructed the ten men to send Gawain back to Oakney to recuperate after his injuries healed.

The soldiers of the Sixth Company all nodded, indicating that they would definitely complete the task assigned by David.

As Gawain left the Hall of the Round Table, Davidian finally stood up and turned to look at the last Knight of the Round Table who was still in the hall.

Kaiqing looked troubled; even with his wisdom and resourcefulness, he was at a loss and unable to decide what to do.

Bedivere, usually mild-mannered, wore an expression of pain and disbelief. Given his peaceful nature, he could never have imagined that the Round Table would turn out like this.

Mordred remained silent, and because she was wearing a helmet, Davidian could not see her expression.

He could only sense a cold aura emanating from Mordred, as if Mordred herself had changed because of these events.

He recalled the Round Table's most glorious moment, though it lasted only a short time. But during that period, the Round Table was indeed at its peak.

Back then, Boss would follow Lancelot around, often making comments that were both worrying and undeniably true. Lancelot would show a helpless expression at this, but still believed that Boss would grow into an excellent knight.

Palamedes often showed a look of eager anticipation towards Lancelot, as if he always wanted to defeat Lancelot and prove his own strength.

Gawain, Percival, and King Perinoa would often accompany the King to discuss important military and national affairs. David himself would occasionally participate, but as the wars on Britain gradually decreased, the need for them to discuss these matters together became less and less frequent.

Kay, Gahoris, Davidian, and Agravain would discuss Camelot's daily affairs together. If there was anything important that even the four of them couldn't decide, they would seek out the King, share their opinions, and then the King would make the crucial decision.

Tristan would play the filnote on the side, sometimes intense, sometimes refreshing. It depended on the atmosphere; sometimes, if the crowd was too excited, Tristan would use the strings to bring everyone back to their senses.

Gareth, on the other hand, would learn from everyone while everyone else was discussing strategies. At that time, everyone liked this young child and thought she would be a shining star in the future knight era.

Bedivere would stand beside the King, who sat on the throne, smiling as he looked at everyone present. This was the round table for which he had fought his entire life.

He was happiest when everyone was working hard for Camelot and for Britain.

My king would smile and wait until the knights' discussion reached an uncontrollable point before calling a halt, and then come up with a solution that would convince everyone present.

At that time, Merlin would laugh and smooth things over, then take the lead in supporting the King's plan.

Now it's all over, and only a handful of people remain at the round table.

Looking at the few Knights of the Round Table still remaining in Camelot, Davidian's desolation and sorrow were beyond concealment. He bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from bursting into tears.

All the good things will never come back. All that remains for him is a shattered reality.

Chapter 154 The Knight of Vengeance

Then Davidian swung his sword twice, cleaving through the darkness. Merlin hurriedly tried to stop him: "Lord Davidian! What are you trying to do?"

David turned to look at Merlin, and at that moment, the coldness in his eyes was so intense that even Merlin felt a chill to the bone.

What else do you want from me?

David's simple rhetorical question left everyone present speechless. He scanned the faces of everyone present before continuing:

“I have given you everything, I have given them everything. Look what they have done to our dreams?”

The bloated, decaying remains of the Round Table are now driven by fear, hatred, and confusion, not reason and hope. I would rather be pulverized in Vortigern's scorching dragon breath than live to see this!

You, them, us. Everyone knows in their hearts who Davidian is referring to with these words.

This was the most blatant condemnation, the most painful lament. Why would Davidian utter such words if he weren't filled with despair for everything?

Traveling all over the country and fighting everywhere, the most passionate decade before the creation of Roundtable has become history.

Protecting our homeland, fostering unity and harmony—the hopeful decade following the creation of the Roundtable has now become a thing of the past.

In this short year, the affair between the Queen and Lancelot has been exposed, Agravain, Gareth, and Gahoris have been killed one after another, Davidian has fallen ill due to severe mental trauma, and Gawain has been severely injured by Lancelot.

One thing led to the collapse of the Round Table after another, giving them no time to catch their breath.

Now, Davidian could no longer tolerate it. He was going to put an end to this series of events, an end that would be called—the death of Lancelot.

Artoria broke her silence at this moment, pointing to the dark space and saying to David:

"Go, David, my dragon knight, my Lord Camelot. Go and give Lancelot a belated, personally ordered punishment. And also give him... the end he deserves."

"I obey Your Majesty's command!" David, as Lord of Camelot, accepted King Arthur's decree. He then strode into the dark space.

He will go to France, he will go to Benwick, and he will bring Lancelot the punishment called death.

Merlin stared at Artoria in disbelief, and couldn't help but say, "You just let him go like that?"

"Why not let him go? This matter has already blown up too much, and I am not angry about the damage to my reputation."

However, the lives of Agravan, Gareth, and Gahoris, and the severely injured Gawain—these matters needed to be resolved. Everything had come to this point; there was no turning back.

Artoria made it very clear that she understood Guinevere's distress and the things that happened between Lancelot and Guinevere.

If everything ends with Agguwen's death, then they can grit their teeth and bear it.